Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 61: His future wife

Author Note: Hi lovely readers...

This Chapter is a flashback of Luciana and Nicholas’s love story 1000 years ago. There are several time frames since they were cursed to be ill-fated lovers anytime they reincarnated but the story will only focus on 3 time frames.

The first time frame happened 2000 years ago. The second time frame happened 1000 years ago, and the third time frame is the current time frame. In the third time frame, Luciana is on her second chance at life.

So, if you are to count, it would be four time frames, but the fourth one doesn’t count because it’s a repeat of the third life.

Please don’t be overwhelmed; also, feel free to drop questions and comments. I promise to only serve you the best reads... Love Pretty Darlie

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The last thing Luciana remembered before everything went black was Nicholas gently lowering her onto her feet. She could hear Nicholas’ voice full of worry as he called her, but she couldn’t open her eyes; her eyelids were so heavy that trying to pry them open felt like an arduous task.

She began to feel weak all over her body. Nicholas’ voice also began to feel distant, and then she felt as if her soul was leaving her body. Everything felt hazy as if something was buzzing in her brain, and then she heard someone call her again.

It was a woman’s voice and sounded familiar.

"Your Grace, Your Grace, please wake up; it’s coronation day," the voice said.

’Coronation day? Coronation day for whom?’ She thought and sluggishly tried to pry her eyes open. Everything felt bright, causing her to squint her eyes; slowly, she began to get used to the brightness only to come face to face with Dora, who had a worried look on her face.

"My lady, please, you must get ready; you can’t be late. The king would be angry if you kept him waiting," Dora said.

"I think he would be even happier if I didn’t show up," the words tumbled out of her mouth, and her eyes widened, surprised at her own words.

’What was happening to her? What king?’ She swept her gaze through the room and froze; this was not her chambers in Gloryland, nor was it Nicholas’s chambers; it looked grand, like something in a palace, but it was still not where she was used to.

"Where am I?" She asked no one in particular, jumped off her bed, and approached the mirror.

Luciana stared at the reflection staring back at her and froze; this was the same face she knew; she raised her hands and stared at her slender fingers. Her appearance looked the same, but everything else wasn’t. Even the Dora before her looked the same but different at the same time.

"What is today’s date, Dora?" Luciana asked. Dora looked surprised at first but answered her mistress anyway.

"It’s currently the morning of the sixth day of the third month in the year 1150 BC," Dora answered.

Luciana realized it was approximately 1000 years ago from the current timeline in Gloryland. ’Did she time travel? Was she going to be stuck here?’ As she kept staring at her reflection and asking herself those questions, a piercing pain passed through her head, and she nearly fell. She swayed on her feet and held the vanity table to support herself.

"Your grace, are you alright?" Dora’s worried voice as she came to stand beside her and support her sounded behind her. And then memories belonging to the body she was inhabiting began to flash through her mind like a fast-paced movie.

The scenes kept changing until they reached the current day. Tears automatically spilled from her eyes after seeing the memories of this version of her.

This Princess Luciana had fallen in love with the Crown Prince Nicholas, who looked the same as her Nicholas, when he arrived in her country for a marriage alliance and to take her back to his country as his bride.

Since they were set to get married, her father had allowed it so that they could sometimes meet each other and chat over tea and talk about their interests. Their meetings always happened in the presence of a chaperone, though.

Even though these meetings were just for keeping up appearances, the princess who had fallen head over heels in love with the prince would always count the hours, minutes, and seconds until their next meeting; she had fallen deeply in love with him.

One day, the prince requested her help in getting the ’golden box of mysteries,’ an artifact that was said to contain the secrets to immense power and was also affiliated with something evil. This ’golden box of mysteries’ was a national treasure in her country, Gathrel. Her father, the king, and the warriors had been guarding it for generations.

When the princess heard his words, she was surprised at first that he was bold enough to tell her to help him get his hands on something so important, but when he began to sweet-talk her and tell her why he needed the ’golden box of mysteries’ and with his countless promises of being faithful to only her and treating her as his only woman, his queen, she agreed.

She loved him after all, and a shocking thing Luciana realized from the memories was that this version of Luciana was also quite special. She had almost all the gifts, and with her gift of deception and disguise, he had helped the crown prince evade all the guards with a foolproof disguise.

Due to her help, they were able to steal the ’golden box of mysteries,’ but what she didn’t expect was for an alarm to be triggered and for her father to find out. One look at the confused guards slumped on the floor and the princess’s father could tell this was the handiwork of his daughter.

"Princess, tell father the truth: Where is the box?" Her father had asked, but she vehemently shook her head. She decided to lie to her father and deny everything rather than betray the crown prince.

"Father, I don’t have any idea; why are you accusing me of something I didn’t do?" She had asked back. Her father had looked at her with disappointment and heartache.

"Did the crown prince manipulate you? Tell your father I would punish him and cancel the marriage alliance. Just tell me where the box is." Her father gently persuaded her, but she was unmoved.

Due to her intense love for him, the thought of not marrying the crown prince caused her immense pain. She would rather betray her father and country to be with him than be stuck in the palace as if she were a prisoner.

"No one manipulated me, father; I didn’t take any box," she insisted.

"With a heavy heart, let it be known to all, I have no such daughter. Her life and death have nothing to do with me; Princess Luciana is no longer the first princess of Grathel." With a broken heart, her father had disowned her.

She was sad at that time, but due to her future husband, she was not so worried. That same day, she left her country as a disowned princess with the crown prince, with all her devotion to love him and treat him as her only family, begging her maid, Dora, to please come with her.

When they arrived at the crown prince’s palace, it was nighttime, and she was very tired. She shyly looked at her husband from the corner of her eyes. He had hardly spoken to her throughout the journey even when she had wanted to make small talk.

But she had attributed it to the long and rough journey. During their meeting in her country, he wasn’t very talkative either. So she didn’t see anything wrong with his silence.

Seeing they were now in his palace, the naive princess couldn’t help but blush at the thought of their consummation. But she knew that wouldn’t happen until after the official ceremony.

"Your Highness, erm, where would I be staying? We are not married yet, so we can’t stay in the same room, and I..."

"Crown Prince Nicholas, you have arrived. I have just been speaking to Princess Ava about you," a woman dressed beautifully with a gentle expression on her face came to stand in front of the crown prince, her words interrupting Luciana’s words.

She looked like the exact copy of Lady Evelyn.

"Who is she?" Luciana asked the crown prince in confusion, fearing the answer at the same time.

"I’ve been his betrothed since childhood. I’m Evelyn, his future wife," she said, and the princess felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her.